[They were good for each other, that much had already been established. Relationships were altogether broken over some of the things the two of them had been put through. If they could put up with one another through week long blizzards in confined spaces and not end up murderous by the end of it, there had to be something in it. There had to be something in being able to deal with each other for weeks and months at a time without ever seeing another soul. He and Stella had barely been able to last twenty four hours in each others company before one of them started an argument. Fraser had long ago learnt to deal with Ray's mood swings; those little bursts of emotion that disappeared as quickly as they arrived, and the constant motion and the constant instinctual acts. Ray (after numerous fallings out) had eventually learnt to deal with Fraser's corrections and occasional snide remarks, of the lectures on logic and the intricate plans that he never actually shared until after the event. And God, if they could both put up with all of that, they could put up with anything life threw at them.
Perhaps that's one of the few saving graces that has Ray not moving away when he sees that kiss coming (or punching Fraser square in the jaw), staying almost comically still as his partner leans in to close that gap and only reacting when he feels lips on his. His eyes slip shut for the duration of it, head tilted just enough to show some participation, but it's limited beyond that. He doesn't know how to react and that's painfully obvious by the sheer lack of it.
There's people watching. There must be in a room so full, especially after the speech that came before, and as Fraser does pull away, Ray's darting his gaze about the room before quickly dropping it to the floor. He's not ashamed. At least he doesn't think he is. It's just... this is new to him, much too new, and the last thing he wants Fraser to think is that he doesn't want this.]
Surreal is the right word there, Fraser. That uh, that pretty much covers it. [Mumbled, although his eyes do drag back up to meet Benton's, voice still low like he doesn't want to let others in on their secret.]
Just. Just let me get some food in me and then we can cut a rug on the dance floor.
[Which he distantly realises sounds like a subject change, or perhaps evasive because yes, Ray can occasionally be perceptive, thank you very much. And that's why he's leaning in just a little closer.]
You just gotta bear with me here, Fraser. I dunno what I'm doin'. This is. This isn't a few new steps. This a whole different dance I gotta tango to. I just uh. Well. It's kinda weird having an audience when you're practisin'.
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Perhaps that's one of the few saving graces that has Ray not moving away when he sees that kiss coming (or punching Fraser square in the jaw), staying almost comically still as his partner leans in to close that gap and only reacting when he feels lips on his. His eyes slip shut for the duration of it, head tilted just enough to show some participation, but it's limited beyond that. He doesn't know how to react and that's painfully obvious by the sheer lack of it.
There's people watching. There must be in a room so full, especially after the speech that came before, and as Fraser does pull away, Ray's darting his gaze about the room before quickly dropping it to the floor. He's not ashamed. At least he doesn't think he is. It's just... this is new to him, much too new, and the last thing he wants Fraser to think is that he doesn't want this.]
Surreal is the right word there, Fraser. That uh, that pretty much covers it. [Mumbled, although his eyes do drag back up to meet Benton's, voice still low like he doesn't want to let others in on their secret.]
Just. Just let me get some food in me and then we can cut a rug on the dance floor.
[Which he distantly realises sounds like a subject change, or perhaps evasive because yes, Ray can occasionally be perceptive, thank you very much. And that's why he's leaning in just a little closer.]
You just gotta bear with me here, Fraser. I dunno what I'm doin'. This is. This isn't a few new steps. This a whole different dance I gotta tango to. I just uh. Well. It's kinda weird having an audience when you're practisin'.